Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtleAre emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? ByronBride of Abydos. Canto I.

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung.Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phbus sprung!Eternal summer gilds them yet,But all, except their sun, is set. ByronDon Juan. Canto III. St. 86.